.
little worlds
spinning
gyrating
dancing?
in the sun
to what music
do they dance?
swaying
and swirling
across the beams
ever so lightly
there must be music!
tiny indescernable bands
or mariachis, maybe?
unimpressed with my presence
or disruptive sigh
they waltz on and on and on
unperturbed
I watch
I wish I could hear their song
Comments
We are,
We are here but where is here when compared in our universe, maybe the size of dust being flicked. A very thought provoking poem, well writen which makes we wan't music for as long as i'm here.Regards Roscoe.
As Roscoe said
thought provoking poem. I question the question marks. Not sure I undertand the use of the first one.